LOGINHannah's POV:Adam's eyes were hungry and filled with consumption as he stared at me. “Should we take this to the room?”The way he bit his lips when he said it, the way his eyes remained fixed on my body, the way his arm remained wrapped around my waist—warm and firm. My body just couldn't resist him.I didn't want to resist him.I swallowed, taking out a breath I didn't know I was holding. “Yes, let's go.”He blinked, not in shock but in confirmation. His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you sure?” His hand grazed my cheeks. “We don't have to do anything you don't want to.”Hannah took her hand and placed her fingers on his lips. “No, I want to.”Adam smiled, getting the green light. He took her hands in his, holding her like he was reassuring her he was going to talk her through the whole thing. “I want to too,”He took my hand and led me through the hallway, and I followed without any resistance.After Hayes' I never thought I'd be able to give my heart to an
Hannah’s POV:Adam’s shoulder healed faster than I expected.Or maybe it just felt fast because I hadn’t wanted this moment to come.The doctor’s office smelled faintly of antiseptic and citrus cleaner, the kind that lingered long after you left. We were sitting in the hospital room for what the doctor kept calling the final checkup, and every time he said the word, my chest tightened just a little. Adam sat beside me on the bed, his shirt peeled off his shoulder as the doctor examined the old bullet wound with practiced efficiency.“Move your hands forward,” he commanded. Adam did as he was told and he did it without stress.“Alright, backwards.”He did.“Now try to rotate your arm.” He did without any single ounce of strain.“Range of motion looks good,” the doctor said, rotating Adam’s arm slightly. “No inflammation, no nerve damage. You’re cleared.”Adam grinned. “Told you I heal like Wolverine.”The doctor gave him a look. “Try not to get shot again.”“No promises,” Adam repli
Hannah’s POV:The next weekend arrived faster than I expected, and before I knew it, Adam was parking his car in front of Josh’s duplex. I stared out the window, momentarily forgetting the chaos in my life because—wow. The place looked like something off a glossy magazine cover: a tall cream-white structure with glass railings, a manicured lawn, and a marble pathway that screamed money in a low, classy whisper.“Damn,” Adam muttered beside me, taking it all in. “Your friend has taste.”I snorted as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Josh always had expensive hobbies. Watches, cars… apparently now, houses too.”Adam shot me a playful look. “Should I be worried?”“He wishes,” I deadpanned, earning a chuckle.Josh opened the front door before we even knocked. “Get in here, you two! You’re letting cold air escape.”“It’s warm outside,” I pointed out.“Yes, but it ruins the aesthetic when the door stays open,” he said seriously.Josh and his priorities. I followed him inside, and my jaw dropped aga
Hannah’s POV:I was at my company office. I had been staring at the same spreadsheet on my laptop for the past ten minutes without registering a single line. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, unmoving, as if the numbers would eventually arrange themselves into something meaningful. They didn’t. My thoughts kept drifting back to Maria, to Uncle Chen, to the knot tightening in my stomach day by day.The knock on my office door snapped me out of it.Josh stepped inside with a warm grin and a paper bag in hand. “I come bearing food,” he announced dramatically. “Because someone,” he pointed at me, “has been skipping lunch again. And I won’t let you starve yourself into an early grave.”I sighed as he placed the bag on my desk. “I wasn’t skipping. I just… forgot.”He gave me that don’t-even-try-it look. “Exactly my point.”Before I could argue, he pulled me up from my chair and nudged me toward the office couch. “Sit. Eat. Human things. Now.”I sat, mostly because I didn’t have the ene
Hannah's POV:The longer we sat in the car, the heavier the air felt—thick, suffocating, too still for comfort. Maria’s car was parked neatly in front of the duplex, like she was simply coming over for tea at a friend’s place, not meeting the uncle who was actively trying to tear my family’s company apart.Beside me, Adam’s hand found mine—warm, steady, reassuring.I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been gripping the steering wheel until he gently pried my fingers free.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.“I’m not,” I said automatically.I absolutely was.He lifted my hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”My breath finally loosened. The street was quiet, the kind of stillness that made your instincts itch. The duplex wasn’t suspicious on the outside—plain walls, trimmed hedges, an unassuming gate—but knowing Uncle Chen was inside turned it into something monstrous.I stared at the building. “He’s moving faster than we thought.”“Which means we j
Hannah's POV:I couldn’t breathe on the drive home.Not because the air in the car was thin but because the world suddenly felt too small, too tight. Like the walls were closing in and every second I didn’t act, Maria and Uncle Chen took three more steps ahead.As soon as we stepped into the house, I went to my room and there was Adam. I paced the length of my room like a caged animal.Adam sat on the edge of the bed, watching me silently, his injured arm propped carefully on a pillow. “You’re going to wear a hole in the rug, what's going on?” he said gently.I stopped only because I was dizzy. “Adam… they almost toppled him today. My father.” My voice cracked despite my effort to keep it steady. “Chen isn’t just manipulating the board—he’s isolating him. They’re planting seeds of distrust everywhere.”Adam folded his arms. “That’s what a takeover looks like from the inside.”“I know,” I whispered, sinking beside him. “But knowing doesn’t make it easier to watch.”He took my hand. “Te







